Jiang Lingci was reborn.
In her previous life, her aunt had forced her to take her legitimate younger sister Jiang Lingshan’s place in an arranged marriage to the Marquis of Zhenbei’s household, where she was wed to Xiao Yelan, a concubine-born son rumored to be brutal. She resigned herself to her fate and spent seven years exhausting herself to plan for her “husband,” Xiao Yanqing, only to be poisoned by Xiao Yanqing and Jiang Lingshan working together.
Only as she lay dying did she learn the truth: the young man who had given her a piece of pastry outside Jiangling City years ago was Xiao Yelan. He had asked to marry her and petitioned the emperor for permission, then rushed back to the capital from a thousand miles away, only to be stopped by her schemes. In the end, he died in battle, waiting for her until his last breath.
She was reborn on the eve of marriage negotiations. Her aunt tried the same old trick, while her legitimate younger sister smugly snatched up the “prime catch,” the legitimate eldest son Xiao Yanqing, and waited to laugh at her for marrying the “brutal, short-lived ghost.”
Jiang Lingci smiled.
She walked into the secluded courtyard of her own accord and said to the astonished man, “This time, I’ll marry you. I’ll be the one waiting for you.”
But on their wedding night, the “living King of Hell,” rumored to kill without batting an eye, lifted her veil and asked with reddened eyes, “You… You really chose to marry me yourself? You weren’t forced into it?”
She nodded. He hugged her, choking back tears. “I’ve waited ten years. At last, you’ve come.”
From then on, he killed, and she handed him the blade. He wielded power across the court, while she amassed wealth beyond compare.
When her younger sister wept and begged for mercy, Jiang Lingci sneered. “I don’t care about what you stole from me. You can’t steal what I want.”
